This is a formula film of formula films of sci-fi.
I'll try to describe it without a spoiler, but the whole movie is pretty much a spoiler. It's just a formula movie of stock horror scenes, all very predictable, with the only unpredictable thing being that it doesn't dare to deviate from predictability.
A man writes a book, and supposedly he's a godlike being and everyone worships the book. It sounds like Stephen King in a fit of superiority complex dementia.
The hero, played by Sam Neill, visits a town that isn't there, with a woman who might be there, in a car that might be wrecked. If it isn't wrecked, it's a miracle, considering the way he was driving while continuously looking at everything but the road.
There just isn't any "inspiration" to this movie. It's just ho hum horror over and over, with every trite message you can come up with.
It's doubtful that you will stay awake through the entire movie. How bad is it? Well, not so bad as it is just uninspired and uninspiring, and predictable.
I'll try to describe it without a spoiler, but the whole movie is pretty much a spoiler. It's just a formula movie of stock horror scenes, all very predictable, with the only unpredictable thing being that it doesn't dare to deviate from predictability.
A man writes a book, and supposedly he's a godlike being and everyone worships the book. It sounds like Stephen King in a fit of superiority complex dementia.
The hero, played by Sam Neill, visits a town that isn't there, with a woman who might be there, in a car that might be wrecked. If it isn't wrecked, it's a miracle, considering the way he was driving while continuously looking at everything but the road.
There just isn't any "inspiration" to this movie. It's just ho hum horror over and over, with every trite message you can come up with.
It's doubtful that you will stay awake through the entire movie. How bad is it? Well, not so bad as it is just uninspired and uninspiring, and predictable.